Murdoc woke up the following morning with a hangover; he was becoming quite used to them. He used to rarely get them since he spent most of his time drunk, but lately he didn't drink like he used to. Of course to a normal person they would say he shouldn't even be alive with the way that he consumed alcohol.
He looked over his shoulder to see 2D pressed against him, his arms were wrapped loosely around his waist. The bassist slowly pulled from the younger man's weak grip and climbed out of bed, he grabbed his jeans up off the floor and pulled them back on. He grabbed a couple of the singer's pain pills off of the counter, the ones he'd been sneaking for the past few months. He liked the little green and white pills though he had to admit they were strong enough to nearly knock him on his ass when he would take them. He considered waking the younger man and making him get out and go back to his own room, but didn't really want to bother with it. He knew that if Russel was awake he'd be too pissed off about being left at the hotel without a ride home to care where 2D was sleeping at.
The Satanist stalled around his mobile home for awhile hoping his headache would lessen before he went inside the house. He knew the drummer would greet him by yelling at him; after about twenty minutes the pills finally started kicking in leaving him with a light headed feeling that made him feel like he'd fall over, the light headed sensation turned into feeling as if somebody was pushing on his brain. He groaned as he pushed the door open and walked out into the dimly lit garage and made his way to the side door and into the house. He could hear the usual far off screams and small dead children laughing as well as the usual clap of thunder outside. The sounds never had really bothered him too much, Russel seemed generally disturbed because of his fear of death, Noodle had grown used to the oddities around her home, and 2D was too dumb to notice any of it at this point. Sometimes the singer would point out a strange sound like it was something new even if it'd been going on for hours.
Murdoc made his way into the kitchen and inwardly cringed when he saw the drummer sitting at the table with bags under his white eyes and a rather pissed off expression. Noodle sat across from him, her oddly cut hair tangled, and head down.
"Hey thanks for fucking ditching us at the hotel last night you asshole." Russel yelled when he spotted the bass player.
Murdoc grabbed at his head as a dull shock of pain shot through it at the booming sound of the younger mans' voice.
"Stop yer fuckin' yelling, I got a headache."
"Oh I'm sorry, because I wouldn't want to make you feel like shit…I can't believe you fucking left us there, self centered demonic drunk."
"It's not a big deal so stop yer fucking bitching."
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a taxi at four in the morning, do you? Oh wait you don't, because you took our only ride home. You never even told us you were leaving or anything, shit did you leave 2D too? I didn't see him in his room and he wasn't at the hotel when we were getting ready to leave. Hell wouldn't surprise me if you ran over him with your van, that'd make three times now."
"Shuddup, I didn't leave dullard at t'e god damn hotel. Hell if I know w'ere t'e idiot fell ta sleep at ain't any of my fuckin' concern." He yelled angrily before grabbing a new bottle of whiskey off of the counter and opening it.
Noodle groaned and lifted her head looking at the two men. She began muttering angrily in Japanese then lowered her head again with another exhausted groan.
"See even Noodle feels like shit, you could have at least brought her home."
"Hey I'm not t'a one who wanted a fuckin' kid in t'e band in the first place."
"Yeah that's right you only let her stay so D wouldn't leave. You're such an asshole; I can't believe that kid even likes you." Russel said shaking his head.
"If yew haven't noticed lately Russ he's dumber t'an fuck so o' course he likes me." The bassist said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Ey wot's everybody yellin' about?" 2D asked as he walked into the room rubbing at the side of his head.
"Did you even know Murdoc here left us at the hotel last night?"
The singer shook his head and looked between the angered drummer and the exhausted guitarist.
"No I didn' know t'at, I left wit' Muds, but I didn't know yew guys 'ere still t'ere." He said sounding slightly more confused.
Russel shook his head and got up from the table not even bothering to try and discuss the topic any further. He picked Noodle up from her chair and carried her down the hallway most likely to put her back to bed.
2D sat down in the chair next to Murdoc and began staring at him through blank blackened eyes.
"Wot do yew want?" Murdoc asked feeling annoyed with the staring.
"Did yew take more of me pills, I fink I have less now."
"Yeah faceache, I been takin' em for a few months now. Not like ya need t'at many damn drugs."
"Yeah I do, t'ey help wit me headaches, and I can't take jus' two of 'em."
He thought about arguing him, but decided against it. Anything he would say would be lost on the vocalist, he rarely retained anything especially this early in the morning.
"Does Russ know I slept in t'e Winnie wit yew las' night?"
The older man raised an eyebrow as he stared at the blue haired man like the question was the dumbest one he'd ever asked. There were much dumber questions, but this was one that really didn't need to be asked.
"O' course 'e don't know yew spent t'e night wit' me. Why in fuck would I tell 'im t'at for?"
2D looked down and began fumbling with his fingers like he usually did when nervous. Almost everything he did was a nervous habit.
"Maybe 'e wouldn' fink it's weird, I don't fink 'e would." The singer said softly.
Murdoc sat the bottle down on the table and sighed heavily.
"Look faceache I ain't tellin' anybody yew stayed t'e night wit me or t'at I sometimes stay t'e night wit' yew. Al'ight, nobody needs to know t'at stuff except fer us."
Sometimes he felt the beginnings of guilt about this whole situation, but he usually drowned it with alcohol. He really was grateful for the never ending supply of various kinds of booze that Kong held; it made the hauntings quite easy to live with.
"Is it cause yew don't wan' people finkin' yer gay?" The blue haired man asked just barely looking up.
"Sort of, t'at's one of t'e reasons anyways."
It wasn't like Russel or Noodle would care, hell Noodle barely understood English. Most likely Russel would bitch at him for 'using' the singer in his perverted little games then try to talk 2D out of things telling him that Murdoc only wanted to abuse him and cause him pain. It was that or it was only the Satanist paranoia talking….he wasn't sure which, probably just more bull shit his mind constantly came up with to keep him from feeling real emotions.
He noticed the singer still wasn't really looking at him, he looked nearly depressed. Murdoc took hold of his hand catching the younger man's attention. He looked around the room before leaning in and kissing the younger man quickly.